i find pieces of
sundays and flowers
scattered among crumbling watchtower destroyed
by winds so fierce they ripped skin off flesh
it's ruin, a god's masterpiece,
the exquisite hurt of being whole
and then being a specimen in a lab dish
i am yours for love but instead of licking you consume me.
sequestered by the fetters of your cruel lead
my feet bleed and mark the earth
in a dance of two words
love and pain
one in the same
you wear the plucked feather of an eagle
manifest to show me you are
primal and cold ice
and everything I cannot help but love
I fall into the trap of talons
that bore into me
brief indents become deep wounds
and i want more and more
till im cut through and through
no time for clots
no time for scar tissue
i'm just gonna run till i wither
and shrink back and expand again with
the spirals of weakness and rapture
i vant to make this a song.
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